The Reason

By Peter Kirsch

It was dark outside. The moon shined threw the window right on my leg. I saw the big flesh wound on it. Blood was all around it. My Ak laid in my hands. I didn’t have much ammo for it, but for a few of those fucking bastards it would reach. Why am I here? That is an interesting question. You must know I am only 18. I came here 2 month ago. I heard from the Zone and I knew that this was my future and maybe even my grave. But I was fascinated by the Zone. I can’t really explain why. But since I was 13 I dreamed of a different world. Another world like the one I was born into. Another world where there is order. No Real order. A world where you have to survive witch depends on how good you can work with your nature and with yourself. I dreamed of a world without anonymity like in the big cities and maybe even a world with no future. The Zone was this world. Everything in the Zone was what I had dreamed of. I was in School when I heard rumours about a place full of danger and radioactivity. Full of creatures you only see in your worst nightmares. I heard about scientist which where researching on some strange anomalies. I didn’t really give a shit about what they sad. But after I red it even in the newspapers and saw it on TV hope was growing in me. I informed myself about the Zone. I red every newspaper, every magazine and watched every documentation about the Zone.
After one year of studying the Zone and saving money I decided to leave everything I knew.
I wanted to go into the Zone. I wanted it from the deep of my heart. I didn’t say good bye. I didn’t inform anyone about what I wanted to do. With 2000 €uro I left my home to go into the world with no future.

That was the reason why I came into the Zone. That was the reason why I became a Stalker. And now I think these things out there are my end. 2 days after I arrived at a Stalker camp I became friend with another Stalker named Ivan. He was from Russia and he taught me everything I had to know about the Zone. We made some missions for one of the dealer from the camp together. We were a good team. But at this last mission we got into big trouble. I can’t really remember what it was. But these things killed Ivan and wounded me. That was the only thing which was important. I was getting tired. I know it’s not logical to get tired sitting wounded in an old building in the second floor when those things are out there. But the day was very hard and long. And I had lost much blood. I decided to block the door with an old chair. I sat down in front of it. I closed my eyes. I fall in a bad dream and I saw how these creatures ripped Ivan into many pieces. I even saw pictures of my old school and my mom and my dad. I awoke. I didn’t really know but I guessed I slept about one hour. I heard something. I looked into the dark. After a few minutes I closed my eyes again. But then I heard it again. It was horrible. It was them. They came upstairs. Within one heartbeat it was quiet. But then I heard a snuffing. For sure they found me. I slowly got on my feet. I wanted to die standing and I wanted to take many of them with me. I took aim at the door. The snuffing was near. They where right behind the door. I felt that it was over. The door flew into the room. They stood at the door.
They were small but they were dangerous. They watched at me. I watched at them and I saw hate in there eyes. The first of them growled and began to run at me. It jumped towards me. I fired. I saw how the little yellow piece of shit was pushed back by the bullets. I stopped firing when his head exploded by one of my 7.56 mm bullets. I released the empty clip from the Ak. I saw more of them where coming upstairs. I loaded the AK with my last full clip. I fired again. 2 of them felled down. The clip was empty. I loaded my grenade launcher that was mounted on my AK, also with my last 40mm grenade. I shoot it right through the broken door towards these little bastards. 4 of them turned into a piece of meet and 2 of them flew right towards my feed. I pulled out my pistol. It had a full clip with 16 bullets. I shoot two at the little bastards at my feed. One in every head. 14 bullets left. More of them were coming upstairs. I tried to shoot at there heads. 8 down 1 bullet left. I knew that even if I shoot more than the same number I’ve already shot, there would even be more downstairs. I took the end of the pistol into my mouth. I didn’t want to be killed from one of them. I thought of everything I did in my life, of Ivan my best friend, of my family and if it had been right to come here. I pulled the trigger.